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Self-Portrait

I have never seen

(I have never seen

a painting)

a painting I don’t like.

Even small paintings

(SMALL PAINTINGS), even

small paintings of trees I love.

Also Abstracts made

done by the hands of teenagers.

I want one day

   (one day)

to have a portrait

painted, by a painter,

a painter of no

particular particulars

who will take my face

by its squares and

even out its bits

until the whole of it (the all

of its features)

smooths out and down to

nothing, canvas, and I am

puny, and of no

import,

fascinated

as a speck of dirt

in a small painting of teenagers.

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Published in Devin Becker Poems

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